WilsonTurner

Civil Space (More Space NRPs)

So, anyone wanna make a first post?

Mine is a heavy WIP, but if needbe, I'll finish it up tomorrow.

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Aulfr's smile was a suddenly permanent feature on his face- and, based on some of the girl's giggling, it suited him well [or made him look ridiculous]. Based on the rest of the women who was interested in him- well, they were furious. How else could they compete with a woman who so obviously had Aulfr interested? More than one woman stomped away, some of them planning on becoming even more savage and impressive than Aleksandra- as if that'd ever happen.

But Aulfr let Aleksandra walk away, after using his sleeve (something that made many an uptight man burn with anger) to wipe away the blood on her face. And then he turned right back to the crowd, and started chatting rather amiably with a sudden burst of interested men, men who were attracted to Aleksandra for the same reason, men who were curious as to their relationship- and many who wanted to ally themselves with the deadly couple.

Aulfr, personally, had never felt happier. He was making new allies, he was making major ripples, and even now, many ladies weren't wearing the norm- favoring more single-colored, silky dresses versus the thicker, more traditional dresses women used to wear.

He could have clapped in glee, if he weren't so serious, even when happy.

He noticed quite a few of his cheerers going over to introduce themselves to Aleksandra- an ancient ritual of trying to steal one's prospective mate. They will show off a bit, whether physically or intellectually, and by unspoken tradition, Aulfr must allow them.

And then his father approached him.

"Oberjarl-blood, my compliments on the grand feast we have here. Have I provided entertainment enough, though unscheduled?" Aulfr asked, surprisingly innocent.

Oberjarl Bjorn appeared, to say the least, stressed and perturbed. Perhaps because it was his assassin that is now dead.

"Yes, of course, quite a... prospect you have there. Surely you don't mean to court the Ardanian, now do you? I don't think the men will take kindly to-"

The Oberjarl is, naturally, cut off as a hearty roar erupts from the man talking to Aleksandra- one that a Noxan can translate into "I APPROVE!"

Aulfr just gave the Oberjarl a smile, and walked off towards his partner, leaving the leader of his nation hanging, helpless to stop the rapid decline of his influence.

NaNoWriMo

Yeah, I'm backing out
Too late to start, and couldn't get a real foothold for my inspiration.

Endymion: Symphony of Echoes (Casual-Low Adv. Sci-Fi Squad-based Horror RP with an NRP twist!) [More forces need]

Me and @RomanAria are so popular.

Endymion: Symphony of Echoes (Casual-Low Adv. Sci-Fi Squad-based Horror RP with an NRP twist!) [More forces need]

Hehehehe, I like this insult the GM rule :D

Endymion: Symphony of Echoes (Casual-Low Adv. Sci-Fi Squad-based Horror RP with an NRP twist!) [More forces need]

Alright, because I'm an indecisive bastard, I'm redoing the co-GMs:

@WilsonTurner: Still a co-GM (no need to worry mate)
@RomanAria: After talking to her, I've decided to replace her with @LHG100 since he unquestionably has more knowledge of what inspired the RP.

However, I will still be listening Aria as someone with power in the RP since she has the science knowlegde that will have to come into play and I trust her not to be scold me too badly for not knowing that a cold plasma fusion nuclear warp engine time driver can't exist

@ClocktowerEchos

warm plasma thermonuclear fission*****

Endymion: Symphony of Echoes (Casual-Low Adv. Sci-Fi Squad-based Horror RP with an NRP twist!) [More forces need]

Hurrdurrrr!

Google Picture War

Seriously, why do yall make this too easy? Patriot missile systems shoot down ICBMs. Don't even bother with nukes.

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Aulfr poured himself a glass of wine, busy chatting with a strange young woman proposing several different offers for cooperation, in future dealings. He had, of course, probably a full gallon of wine already (exaggeration), but he nevertheless was still relatively clear headed. His tongue was just slightly loose; he found it odd that none of his new admirers never appeared when he was with Aleksandra, but he absently dismissed it in his current state. Instead, of course, he complimented them all, welcomed them to the castle and to the city, and inquired about their lives and all that good stuff.

Then, of course, assassin happened.

Just like that- he was sober. Mostly. He spun about, finding Aleksandra within half a moment- and quickly waved to her, as she nodded to him. It was just enough time to seem like was giving her a signal to go after the man, a small sign of his power, that he didn't really have. And he watched, tensely, even though there was nothing to see...

And then relaxed tremendously when the scream was most definitely not Aleksandra's. No, if she screamed, he'd already be running, and she'd sound a great deal better, he thought. Either way, when she walked back in, suddenly confident and ready to face the entire room, as if she was now in her element- which she was- made her look... beautiful.

She came up to him, stood right up next to him, taking a sip of alcohol. And he knew she was feeling on top of the world, if she was willing to do that.

So he spoke.

"Hey, Aleksandra."

And she glanced up at him.

And he leaned down and kissed her, right in front of everyone, drawing a great big gasp- and a surprising number of definitely approving Noxan cheers/roars.

RPGC #6: The NaNo One!

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Be nice, @RomanAria.

In the meantime...